A Pattern of Words

Sometimes they tug along next to me all day long, whining about how they just “don’t know what to doooo” and fights pepper their dialog every. five. seconds. Then other days? They magically disappear for hours, reappearing around dinner with a Lego mouth that can open or close, or a structure with a trap door and a button that shoots arrows, or an entire caravan of monster trucks with spinning tops. Those are the days their conversations are happy and playful and no arguing happens and I think to myself, “Wow, now this feels easy! I can do this.”